The foolish son and the chest Part 2"What is wrong with me!" cried the man confused and scared by what was going on. He tried to close his mouth, but all his knowledge couldn`t make him stop. He brayed and scratched, with warts, no matter where he went or what he did.
That evening came a third knock upon the door, and there stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break.
"My baby is grievously ill," she said. "Won`t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled-"
But the man slammed the door on her.
And now his eyes were filled with tears, as he brayed, and scratched, and cried, and sprouted more warts.
Though no more villagers came to seek help at the man`s house for the rest of the week, he was informed of their many ills. Within a few days he was not only braying, and groaning, and
scratching, and sprouting warts; but he was also choking, and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog.
The man could not sleep or eat with his ills, and nothing he cou
The foolish son and the chest Part 1There was once a kindly old man who used his knowledge and spices for the benefit of hid neighbors. Rather than take all credit, he pretended that his antidotes and answers came from a little chest full of spices, books and recipes. From miles around, people came to him with their troubles, and the man was pleased to open his chest and put things right.
The well beloved man lived to a good age, then died, leaving all of his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who were uneducated were to the son`s mind, unworthy, and he had oftened mocked the father`s habit of dispensing aid to their neighboors.
Upon the father`s death, the son found hidden inside inside the old chest an old lever bearing his name. A fragment of parchment within it wore the words: "In the fond hope, my son , that you will never need it".
The son cursed his father`s age softened mind, then in a rage attack, threw the lever to the roof, resolving